Page 130 of Venomous Desires

God, she was delicious.

The way she whimpered when my tongue drove deep inside her... the way she moaned when my fingers stretched her open... it was driving me insane.

And even as I lost myself in the sweet, slick nectar of her, a possessive hunger bloomed in my chest.

I was about to take a step closer, to reach out and drag her back into that dark place where she belonged, when a knock echoed through the room. I rolled my eyes, and a snarl curled on my lips.

Cockblocking had become Kyle’s new favourite pastime, it seemed.

The bastard always had the worst fucking timing.

My gaze snapped to the door. For the first time in minutes, anger stirred beneath my skin, but it faded when I caught the slump of my little bird’s shoulders.

Kyle stepped inside, wearing that infuriatingly blank expression.

The glare I levelled at him made him hesitate. His eyes dropped for a heartbeat before returning to mine.

“What is it?” I almost growled, resisting the urge to put a bullet into his head and finish him for good.

But the bastard was useful.

Kyle motherfucking Molotov stepped fully into the room, his eyes flicking briefly to my prey before returning to me, and did I say I wanted to rip his eyeballs out?

But soon he averted his gaze.

Smart man. He was, after all, just as much a pawn in this game as anyone else. The difference was that he knew it and played his part well.

“There’s a situation,” he cleared his throat. “Needs your attention.”

My jaw clenched and frustration boiled over.

“Handle it,” I snapped, already turning my back on him.

“It’s the shipment from the docks. It needs your approval.”

Of course. It was always something, wasn’t it? Something that required my attention, something that dragged me away from the things I truly enjoyed. Like tormenting my little bird.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to tamp down the irritation clawing at my insides. “Fine,” I muttered, my tone barely restrained. “I’ll be out in five.”

He nodded once, quickly, as if he couldn’t wait to get out of the room, away from the storm that was brewing behind my eyes. Smart fucker. He left without another word, closing the door behind him.

I turned back to my little bird, who was still standing there,frozen in place, her wide eyes locked on mine. She looked so damn fragile, like a little bird with broken wings, trembling in the face of the predator that was me.

“Don’t go anywhere, Ptichka,” I muttered as I reached for the door handle. “I’ll be right back. And then we’ll finish this.”

Her silence followed me out of the room, and the door clicked shut behind me. I hadn’t felt this… this ecstatic in a long time.

There was something about her that pulled me to her, and I didn’t know it. Maybe it was her body I wanted to demolish, or maybe it was something else. Only that I knew was that she was mine, trapped in my web, and there was no way out. Not for her. Not for anyone.

I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck as I strode down the hallway.

The storm was still brewing, simmering just beneath the surface, but I welcomed it. It was a part of me, just like she was. A part of the darkness that consumed me.

And when I returned, she would realize just how deep that darkness ran. How it was inescapable. Unavoidable. Just like me.

Kyle stood by the elevator with his default posture relaxed, phone pressed to his ear as he murmured in that smooth, demure Italian I never heard him speak. The picture of calm.

I almost wanted to rip it out of his hand just to shatter that peace. But I didn’t have to. He saw me coming, raised his head, and shoved the phone in my face.